What Can I Say?
Gender bender, radical right.
Fortnight coming, out of sight!
Tumultuous times, mornings anew.
Filled with rapture, yet sensing doom!
Where am I now? Where will I be?
No recognition of truth, What do I see?
Askance is my vision, narrowing now!
To what is expected, why and how?
Wandering out, reigning in
Flamboyant and powerful, meek and dim!
Who is in charge? I do not know?
Amid the corruption, a pure driven flow.
Changing arranging, often mid flight.
Brilliant ideas, created at night.
Lost in first shadows, of the upcoming day
When the practical me, has nothing to say.
Surrounded by time and space
I do embrace what is to come
Yesterday is gone
Today is waning
Tomorrow is waiting
An empty canvas
Brush in hand
I create according to plan
A remembered vision
A subconscious thrust
Nudging me forward
In God I trust
The table is set
The guests arrive
Feeling their presence
I begin to scribe
Pure potential I've found
Spirit lies beneath the wings of floating
thoughts engaged in turbulent travel.
Unresolved issues, spewing forth in
determined effort to engage oneself in
truth. Now engaged, it readies itself to
travel forth to meet the doom of old
beliefs. Rendering what once was to a new
understanding of self. Imposed analogy of
what is and what was and what is yet to be,
melding in the internal-eternal swirl of
who I once was and yet will always be.
Devoid of truth, I shall not know what is
perception and what is so. All is lost, yet
more is gained. Internal struggles subside
as I truly allow my center to guide. The
truth of me without the lie: no longer hidden
and buried inside. My spirit runs free
united in the oneness of me.
Forget tomorrow, remember today
Clashing moments, leading us astray
Engaged in fancies, oft not fulfilled
Lumbering forward, at an awkward tilt
Unmatched visions, separate missions
Discordant rhythms, lumber along
Wandering here, wondering why
Disengaged focus distractions abound
Futile attempts, not on firm ground
What? We ask, without reply
When? We question as time goes by
Who? We muster is in charge
Where? We search deep in side
Why? Oh why does it seem so hard
To create symmetry as we move through time
Fluidity of movement on a single path
Where questions are answered based on trust
Being inwardly guided is a must
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Source by Mary Ann Harrington MS